The lone rower In the evening sun, I row on. Boat against the current. Waiting for life to happen one more time. Hoping for the last light to show the uncertain path ahead. But I row on, I will row on. In the middle of the river, with head held strong and shoulders ready to take the next charge on. The people beside the river Brahmaputra, through millions of years of cutting through eastern Himalaya and gathering all that it could on the way, finally settles down in the plains of Assam. And over the years, the river became braided around its islands, enriching the surrounding land. And that attracted the sapiens, they settled, started farming. Then came the greed. The hunger grew. And they started encroaching the very land which gave them life for centuries. In the frame, vast plains of the Brahmaputra and the agriculture fields surrounding. And there, in the corner, we see the growing white spots, racing towards the river, to arrest its path eventually.